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Last time I went to get photo-ID done the inhabitants looked like the product of several generations of 1st cousinly intimacy.
Snaggle teeth, rampant obesity, two filthy gingers probably hired on equal employment public service policies, hair that was done with a toilet brush, after falling out of the ugly tree and collecting half a dozen branches before landing in the seat behind the glass.
Which is pretty bad, the side I was more or less a seething mass of unrestrained, bored screaming children, pram-wrecks, tracksuit pants, more fatties and unwashed tradies wondering why they can't get a licence after consecutive high range DUI convictions in other states.
After going through this years tax, HRH's little Merc is single handedly paying for the next invasion of Poland every time it gets serviced by the dealership :/
$2400 for brake pads, fluids, random other fnangling with its bits and 2 new tyres...
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Especially now that Session requires tools. 
